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Bette: [tugging at her dress slacks] SHIT! Did I gain 20 pounds over night!?
James: [knocking on her door] Hey, are you ready!?
Bette: Uh yeah! Just a sec—–SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! [she yells in frustration]
James: What’s going on!?
Bette: The button on my pants just popped off and bounced off my forehead!
James: I warned you not to eat those last two M&M’s!
Bette: And I warned you about getting back together with Peter Pan!
James: Pam! For the last time her name is Pam! Why do you call her Peter Pan anyway!?
Bette: [now sitting down squeezes her foot into one of her high heels] Because she Neverlands.
James: [in a sarcastic tone] Cute, real cute.
Bette: [proudly smiling] Thanks, I’d thought you’d like that one.
James: Now, hurry up I can’t stall for much longer I don’t think Mr. Zao likes me!
Bette: James, you’re over exaggerating!
James: No, I’m not!
Bette: [standing in front of the mirror behind her couch gives herself one last glance over] Well, then how do you know?
James: Because he looked me in the face and said, “I don’t like you.”
Bette: [walking towards the door]
James: [through clinched teeth] Bette!
Bette: [finally opening the door] Well, how do I look?
James: [sequencing up his nose in disgust] Like, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice.
Bette: Your mother. [she says walking past him]
James: [slightly running cuts in front of her forcing her to stop]
Bette: James, what are you doing!? I’m already late!
James: I wouldn’t be a friend [he says before leaning over and removing something from her hair] if I’d allow you to go out there with two gummi bears stuck in this lion mane you call hair now would I!
Bette: Am I good to go?
James: [sighs] It’ll do.
Bette: Here goes nothing. [she says before walking off then disappearing around the corner]
James: Good luck. [he says before returning back to his desk]
Bette: Mr. Zao, my apologies sorry to keep you waiting.
Mr. Zao: Mrs. Porter, finally you grant me an audience if I didn’t know any better I could easily assume you forgotten about our scheduled visit today.
Bette: Not at all, Mr. Zao I received a last-minute phone call from potential art buyers in London and it ran slightly over, again sorry for the delay. [she says lying through her teeth]